1. What is your biggest pet peeve? Why?Biggest? I can’t choose. I have so many. I get annoyed when people have to go to the bathroom too often. Seriously. I think it has to do with having a younger brother with a bladder the size of a teacup. The number of times we’d have to pull over so he could pee in a cornfield… I also hate it when people say “nu-cu-lar” instead of “nuclear”. I’m irritated by parents who push inappropriate strollers (filled with inappropriate children) to inappropriate places. I rage when mobile phones ring during a movie. And I have a whole subset of pet peeves just for my gym, such as women who wear make-up on the treadmill, guys who wear combat boots instead of gym shoes, and old women who think they can get away with wearing just a sports bra as a top. Like I said, I got a lot.

2. What irritating habits do you have?I crack my knuckles. I snore (just a little). I do this thing where I fiddle with the edges of fabric, like the hem of a pillowcase or a curtain. That drives my sister crazy. And I have this pathetic inability to just, you know, do stuff. I’m a procrastinator and I’m lazy. I’ll decide to do something but then when the time comes, I’ll find an excuse to back out. (Hence my spotty training record at the gym.) It even annoys me.

3. Have you tried to change the irritating habits or just let them be?I’ve tried to change the last one, but it never lasts. I’ll get this surge of empowerment and make all these “To Do” lists and stuff, but eventually I just peter out. It doesn’t help that the Snook is exactly the same way, so we just enable each other’s slackerdom. It’s a vicious circle.

4. What grosses you out more than anything else? Why?I can’t watch scenes in movies where people receive injections. It’s just squicks me out. (I don’t mind getting them myself, as long as I don’t have to watch.)

5. What one thing can you never see yourself doing that other people do?Sadly, eat sushi or oysters. I just can’t do the raw fish thing. I think eventually I might work up to cooked seafood, but there’s no way I could eat something that’s been plucked straight out of the sea. The very smell makes me ill.

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Oh God. I forgot my absolute most irritating habit of all: I talk too frickin’ much. Seriously. It’s always been this way, but only recently have I begun to really notice it. I guess it’s because the Snook is such a man of few words. (He’s like Oz from Buffy, but without the guitar.) I’m even more aware of it in group settings, where I feel this crazy need to constantly keep the conversation going and fill in any uncomfortable gaps. Then afterwards I berate myself the whole way home and ask Rodd repeatedly, “Did I talk too much? Did I make an ass of myself? WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP ME?” I’ve been trying to stop it, but it’s not something I’m ever conscious of as I’m doing it. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this when I wrote my answers. It’s my number one pet peeve about MYSELF right now.